About Me

Peace and justice advocate; Storyteller; Workshop Facilitator; Inspirational Speaker; Artist. I am an involuntarily retired social worker with a twenty year career in the field of child abuse and neglect and child welfare. I am on a perpetual spiritual journey of discovery with an eclectic practice including Native American shamanism, Zen Buddhist meditation, Reiki, the Tao Te Ching, Chi Kung, and Tai Chi. And I like a good dark beer once in a while too.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Go Fly A Kite

My birthday was Monday August 13.
I am fifty-six. I can remember a time when I thought that fifty-six was really
old, like almost dead old. Now I think fifty-six is just about right. My body
feels like I’m fifty-six but often my mind and attitudes are more like a six
year old; in all the positive and negative manifestations you might imagine.

My wife and daughter asked me
what I wanted to do for my birthday. I have spent a disproportionate amount of
my time the last few months thinking about what I can’t do. I try not to but it
has been a struggle. There has been so much that my cancer has forced me to
give up.

I also have a hard time asking
for what I want. I find that I readily agree to do things I do not really want
to do, don’t ask for what I really want, and then feel resentful about it; just
like a six year old.

When my wife and daughter asked
me what I wanted to do for my birthday I thought it might be a perfect opportunity
to try something different – think about all the things I can do. It really
just took my intention to make this happen. I actually found it much easier
than I had expected.

I narrowed the options to two;
play Frisbee golf or fly a kite. We decided that we would fly kites, since
Frisbee golf is tied to a specific place and kites can be flown in a great
variety of places. Of course, we had no kites on hand so it necessitated a kite
shopping trip. We decided that we would go kite shopping and celebrate my
birthday on the Saturday before the actual date.

On the Friday before my birthday
celebration my wife reminded me that the people who are going to house sit for
us while we are vacation are coming by on Saturday and perhaps we should go to
a baseball game to celebrate my birthday instead. My first reaction was to revert
to six year old mode. I was disappointed and a little petulant. My wife seemed
a little too ready to abandon my birthday plans; I was resentful and on the
verge of becoming unpleasant.

Then I remembered my Buddhist
teacher’s instructions for dealing with my anger and frustrations, which have
seemed to dominate my emotions for a while. I took a deep inhalation and I
exhaled all of my anger and frustration. And it worked. I had another
opportunity to do something different. I had an opportunity to problem solve
and ask for what I wanted.

I suggested that we go kite
shopping on Saturday morning, meet our house sitters in the afternoon, and
since it is staying light out so late, fly kites on Saturday evening. Problem
solved. I was free from petulant six year old mode and asked for what I wanted.

We went kite shopping on Saturday
morning. I had previously notices a sandwich board out on Cascade Ave.
advertising that a specialty bike and hobby store sold kites. We decided to go
there first. I was a little shocked. The kites they sold were in the $300.00 to
$400.00 range. I don’t know who spends $400.00 on a kite but not me.

Then we went to what has become
my favorite toy and hobby store, where we probably should have gone first,
Hooked On Toys. They had a nice selection of kites ranging from $3.00 to
$30.00. At that price we got three kites, one for each of us.

Later that evening we went to a
local elementary school with a large open field to fly our kites. Now you need
to understand that we typically have breezy evenings. But this evening there
wasn’t any wind at all, not a breath. I tried and tried but I couldn’t get my
kite to fly. A six year old’s petulant temper tantrum was threatening; but I
remembered to breathe.

“Oh well, we will take our kites
on our vacation. We are going to be right by the beach and we’re sure to have
wind there.”

I can still surprise myself. Even
at fifty-six I can learn to do some things differently. I am proud of myself. And
I will be flying my kite on my vacation.

Happy Birthday - so glad you get to have one! I can hear your voice so clearly in your writing, like we're talking. Coyote really enjoyed flying his kite on the beach this summer and I bet you will too. Both Huck and I can acquiesce to other people's ideas too easily, and you can imagine the communication snafu's and frustration that creates - good to see how to change that pattern.